Monday, May 23, 2011

What Is ... Isn't

This used to be a sunset. On a gray beach. Now it sort of looks like a black hole sucking in the purple sky above the water, which it's reflecting.Sometimes things aren't what they seem to be. When you play around with hues, saturation, "noise," and other stuff, you get something that looks pretty unnatural.I have been thinking quite a bit about an iPhone lately. Mostly because of the cool pictures people take with them.When there are so many photo applications, and Photoshop and what have you, would I really, really need one of these phones?I would hate to give up my BlackBerry, especially since I found this little wall-smasher, cannon shooting gun thingy that practically makes me press my thumbs all the way through the little tiny smart phone. I think this phone is way smart enough for me - femminismop.s. Can you tell I'm really tired? I'm not even making sense.

One Day At A Time

I created one altered book or art journal every month from April 2007 to April 2008 journaling each day, every day - One Day At A Time. Hence the name of this blog. Some day, someone - hopefully - will enjoy reading and leafing through these books ... long after I am gone.(Note: Most photographs are by the author, femminismo, unless stated otherwise - but sometimes she forgets to mention the great Life magazine archive she borrows from.)

A Day For Redheads

A Tribute to Teesha.

Together.

Now for something different all right. Name this couple for me, would you?

Explosions of white.

Shasta daisies, Joe Pye Weed and an abandoned window frame on the Fourth of July.

Rain soaked leaves.

The real name of this plant is St. John's Wort.

The beautiful sacrifice.

Another trio - blueberries, strawberries and raspberries made Sunday memorable.

Music hath charms.

This beautiful trio of sisters made beautiful music on Saturday, June 23.

Longest day to enjoy lilies.

Lilies don't toil, but I do.

All My Children

A mother's lap can always hold her children .... sometimes just not at the same time.

Magnolia

A sniff of this perfume will set the world right.

Berries at last!

Pacific Northwest berries are the best.

Beloved Grandma and "Pop Pop"

Here the two of them are showing off Pop Pop's retirement cake.

The Fenimores

The family plots in this rustic little cemetery got freshened up on May 9, 2007.

Joyce Carol Oates

One of the great writers.

Me in 1956.

Ah, those glorious homemade hairdos of the '50s.

The she in me.

I took a photo of this sign painted on an old brick building recently uncovered in construction. Not sure what the business was, but "she" was there ... even though the "e" gets cut off on some screens when I post.

A "found" window

Window, window, what will you be?

Misty clematis

The volunteer clematis drenched in Oregon showers

May's flowers

Dinner plate-size yellow and orange tree peonies with a pink poppy - with a little Photoshop.

Beautiful Mama

She fought cancer for nearly six years, yet whenever she was able she loved to be in the kitchen baking.